The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door,
in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
your soul-home invites you to journey through the topsy-turvy antics of what sustains the fire, the hearth and home of passion…..the way is where the light feels warm, the disused is found and the daily routine suspended if only for a moment….trees call and suddenly need to be climbed….
The spiritual teacher Krishnamurti maintained that there was no path to truth. Creative work is always about accessing some piece of the truth, and so at some point it always requires that we leave the path, the well-worn patterns of activity and inquiry that make us feel safe. For many of us, for those of us who know how to work hard, be productive, and keep to a schedule, this can be the most difficult part of the process-finding and entering empty time. Empty time is a necessary time of transition from doing to being, from acting exclusively with our will, often in response to others’ needs and the world’s schedule, to opening to the creative process, which has a different kind of rhythm, a flow that is not exclusively within our control, a movement that will take us to unexpected places. If there is one consistent thing that stops people committed to doing creative work from doing it, it is this: a lack of necessary silence in their lives, an inability or unwillingness to find and stay with the stillness, to regularly create empty time in their day or their week. For as surely as a disciplined creative practice brings us to our creative work, so the spaciousness of empty time in our lives allows that which lights a fire within us- the muse, the creative impulse of the life force itself- to find and speak to us…..Oriah Mountain Dreamer
What it all comes down to is that art is not made by a special breed of people, but by ordinary people who have dedicated a piece of their lives to special work. Art is much more the product of a commitment made by ordinary people than the product of unique talent possessed by some chosen few. Doing special work can become a routine part of your life- in fact, it almost has to if you’re actually going to get any work done. Artists are not weird people who work when inspiration strikes. Artists are regular people who work all the time, and lead real lives all the time as well. Fix breakfast, cut the grass, do the laundry, write a poem. That is the real life of an artist…..Ted Orland